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David
Slippinginto the Mr. M persona is more dangerous than I thought. I talked to Christina more than I meant to, and I kept thinking she would know it was me. Maybe on some level there’s a part of her that does know. Granted, I think Christina is more trusting than even she realizes, and maybe she just trusts that I was going back to Stanford for finals.
What she doesn’t know is that I took all my finals in a few hours. Yeah, I know, unfair. I have a perfect GPA, a perfect cock, a perfect body, and, soon, I’ll completely have the perfect woman.
I see I have a text fromher.
Christina: I may have to text you more. Though FaceTime was certainly…enlightening.
I smile. After Mr. M, she still wants to text me…that tells me just how deeply connected we are. I know she felt everything I did during our Mr. M rendezvous and, yet, here I am textingher.
David: I think you should. What are you doing rightnow?
I know, that’s an unfair question. She's probably getting ready for another John, and I maybe put her in an awkward situation.
I’m getting her out of this mess soon. I'm letting her spread her wings right now, but who says I can’t ask her this innocuous question.
Christina: Texting you. Thinking about the future.
Wow. I’m fucking floored. She sent that message without hesitation. She could be on top of another man’s cock right now, which I know she isn’t, and that message would still sink into mygut.
David: Do you think we have a future?
I can't help but askher.
Christina: I hopeso.
I'm worried for Christina. When I found out she became an escort, my first thought to confront her and tell her to stop and be just mine. I took a craftier, sneakier route, to keep her from having her freedom squashed. But now I wonder if she’s as melancholy as she sounds.
David: Can Icall?
I wait several moments and there’s no response.
Fuck.
I go ahead and press the button to call, not wanting her to vacillate more than she already mayhave.
“Baby,” I answer the second she picksup.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have whined to you like that. I just don’t know, David, I worry about…" she pauses. “You know what I worry about.”
I inhale. “Yes, I do,” I tell her. I clench my fists because I want to be able to take away all her frustrations. “Are you going to beokay?”
“I hope so," Christina says, and she laughs.
I laugh with her, but I take this shit to heart.
I can’t make her mine fast enough.
